When we’re alone in her room, I’m beat’in down sugar walls
I know her roommate is sick and tired of hearing my name being called
Tell’in me that I’m that Nigga and I smash it so good
She calls me Supa da lumberjack cause I bring muchwood
There I was kill’in old girl from the back
When her roommate came in and asked, “Can I have a crack!”
For the first time that night I didn’t know what to do
Cause the protection I was wearing was fill’in up with goo
“I need a new glove…”
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